Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.